MTL - Copper Coins-Chapter 4 Paper People (4)

Xue Xian was so stunned by the cold shock that he returned to the bottom of the dark bag. One was a little hesitant and a little suspicious.

He was quiet for a moment, moved a little in the dark bag of Xuan Merci again, and returned to the place just now. He listened against some rough white linen cloth, and touched it up and down unbelievingly, but nothing happened.

"Is it the effect of just that needle?" Xue Xian muttered secretly and picked up the fine needle again.

"Ah—what the **** do you stick with me?" Jiang Shining snorted and said, "What the **** are you doing?"

Xue Xian suddenly responded, wondering, "How can you speak again?"

Asking this question, Jiang Shining himself was stunned.

Yes, today's hour has passed. He should not be able to speak or move, how can he suddenly speak again?

Does it have something to do with Fang Caizhen? Not right. Before that, Jiang Shining had already spoken, but neither of them had responded.

Or ... what good stuff is really hidden on this bald donkey? Xue Xian secretly thought, and was even more curious. He said nothing, and once again pinched Xuan Merci's waist with a needle.

He was about to walk out of the circle of mysterious steps: "..."

Being caught alive can be so reckless, Xue Xian is probably the first and a wizard.

Xuan Mian frowned and squeezed out the paper man in the dark bag who had not been rested from beginning to end. Xue Xian, who was folded into several lanes, tossed himself a little bit, but at first glance, it was the size of a folded letterhead. He had no personal appearance, and no one else could see it.

Xuan Mian just held Xue Zhipi's head unceremoniously, and took off a silver needle that was "sticky" on the paper.

But the needle was "tacky" a little tight, as if growing on paper.

Xuan Mian lowered his eyes and said coldly to the paper skin: "Release your hand."

Fighters: "..." This pitted monk is sick? Still pretending to be a ghost?

Master Liu, stunned by the phrase "you can't live long," just came back to life, and suddenly became very radiant. He pointed to Xuan Merce and cursed: "Okay, a wild monk who doesn't know what to do, you describe the origin of the ghost as unknown. Even if it is not the offender in this portrait, I can take you first and wait to find out your eight generations of ancestors. It ’s totally legal. I do n’t care about you a lot, and you do n’t appreciate it, but curse me? Come on— ”

Before he said this, Xuan Merci interrupted: "You Yintang is obscure, middle-black and black, and you are exhausted. You have a blood mark on your left ear."

"What blood mark?" Master Liu subconsciously reached out and touched two in his ear, but there was no blood on his finger.

"You can't see it." Xuan Mian put the silver needle that had finally been taken back into the dark bag, and coldly reached out and shook the Paper Man.

For the first time in his life, someone dared to flick him, Xue Xian felt that the bald donkey in front of him drank the water of the Yangtze River, and it was going to heaven! He was about to get angry, but heard Xuan Mian's mention of the "blood mark on the ear," and suddenly hesitated. He twisted a bit between Xuanyin's fingers and looked at Master Liu.

Seeing that Liu Yelue's left ear was a bit slick, near the corner, there was indeed a red mark. At first glance, it seemed that something had been splashed with blood.

At the sight of the blood mark, Xue Xian's thin paper skin shivered, suppressing a long period of anger and hatred, and the cover was immediately lifted, and the river came down.

Suddenly, he seemed to be lying on the wet coast again, the dark clouds suppressed most of the sky, the salty smell of the tide beating on him for a while, the thunder and lightning continued, and the rain poured down. But he couldn't move, thinking deeply, and the pain on his back was deep to the bone, just like the ants etched his heart ...

He was taken alive by the whole bone, but he couldn't even see the other person's appearance ...

When Xue Xian ’s mind was falling over, Master Liu was still touching his ear. He asked Xuan Merci with a calm face: "What do you mean I can't see ?! You monk, if you want to keep your mouth shut, it's some blind words. , Yintang issued such a scourge of black blood, which pitfalls can be fooled ?! What is a bloodmark ?! "

What is a blood mark?

Xue Xian narrowed his eyes and stared at Master Liu.

This blood mark on the ear is the blood spilled by those who have resentment, leaving a mark for people to find revenge in the future and not to admit the wrong person. Previously stuffed in the dark bag, I only care about fighting with Xuan Merci, Xue Xian hadn't noticed yet, now he set his mind, he smelled the taste of Master Liu.

It was the smell from the blood mark, like rust, and it was slightly different. The taste was too familiar to Xue Xian-it was his own blood.

From the day he woke up, he's been looking for the man who had twitched his muscles. However, he did not know what he looked like or where he came from, so he searched for nothing. The only clue he had was his own blood. Those who were splattered by blood were those who happened to have been to that coast at that time.

There were about a hundred of them, and he found some of them. From the mouths of those people, Xue Xian faintly asked a little famous. But it's not enough, it's not enough. With that clue, trying to find that person is still like a haystack.

So in the past six months, Xue Xian touched here from Huameng all the way, in order to find out some more clues, as soon as possible to find out the complainant ...

The person who was struggling with him between his fingers suddenly quieted down, but Xuan Mian only felt that the other party had finally given up and stopped doing some fearless struggles. He put Xue Xian back into the dark bag and glanced at Master Liu at the same time, and said, "You should have died today, but someone has made a ghost for you."

When he finished speaking, he retracted his eyes and left the sentence: "believe or not, feel free." Then he no longer has to talk, and walks away.

But if you offend people, how can you get rid of it?

Master Liu was irritated by this "early death, late death" statement. On the one hand, he felt that the monk in front of him was a nonsense liar, and on the other hand, because of his life, he felt somewhat uneasy.

The scammers like to play this trick. I will give you a mallet of "caused by disaster" first, so that you will not always think about it, and then pretend to refuse it and welcome it. Turn around and walk away. In this case, some people will always be hooked, thinking, "Well, power should be used to avoid financial disasters, in case it is true."

Master Liu whispered in his heart and told himself not to be fooled, at the same time, he ordered the servants: copy the knife and take people!

Fudge to the county steamed bun, what is this monk not asking for? !!

As the sergeant rushed up to catch Xuan Merci's sleeve, a breathless voice went from far to near: "Master! Master is not good!"

Everyone looked back, and saw a small-looking man stumbled and ran over, and could stand still in front of Master Liu, looking scared: "Master, master, master he planted in a well!"

"What ?!" Master Liu was crippled on both legs, and his scalp was instantly numb.

He subconsciously glanced at Xuan Mian surrounded by gangsters, and murmured in his heart. For a while, he didn't even know if it was time to run home or grab Xuan Mercy first.

"Master!" Xiao Yan shouted again.

Master Liu trembled, raised his feet in amazement, and then chased back with Xiaoyu. In the chaos, he only felt that he was heavy and his legs were not his own. He just ran two steps and turned back violently--

"Let go, let go!" Master Liu grabbed Xuan Merci's sleeve, "You, you ... No! You can go back with me and take a look!"

Xuan Mian frowned, sweeping his fingers away slightly in disgust, and was about to say something, but felt his dark bag move. The paper man who had just been put back by him actually took the opportunity to turn it out, and hung up Master Liu's cuffs. By Master Liu's east wind, he stuck Xiao Xiao's collar and ran away!